After all, in a club with tens of thousands of visitors every day, who would care if there is one more person or one less person? But in an environment where no one cares, there is an extra person who cares about his own identity. How can this not make others care?
But people are all curious. The more you don't let them know and the more you don't let them see, the more they will find ways to understand and want to touch forbidden things.
Just like those people on the dance floor, they sway lazily and lean against strangers, even if the other person's fingertips stay on some subtle parts, even if they hold a knife and quietly penetrate each other Inside their bodies, even though their bloody hands were mixed with tissue fluid and dripping from their bodies, their faces remained unaware and their bodies remained a soft mess.
Chen Qing frowned and glanced at Jiang Wan: "This is not something that can be done in the secular world."
She nodded, her expression a little solemn. She originally thought that this kind of thing about getting someone's waist was just an urban legend.
"But I'm serious." Chen Qing tilted his head: "What are these kidneys used for when they are taken off like this? Are they used for stir-frying?"
Jiang Wan was stunned and chuckled, looking particularly awkward on the dance floor.
"Why stir-fry."
"Because it's delicious. And it's ridiculous that something taken from this kind of environment can be useful." He said, but someone was already approaching him. He seemed to be in a daze, as if he was drunk. Staggering on his feet, when he leaned his body against Chen Qing's arm, he brought his mouth closer and whispered: "Would you like to have a good time, 1.3 million for five minutes."
He tugged Chen Qing's arm and looked at Jiang Wan next to him: "Take her to have fun! Give her a try! Don't blame me for not helping you, now you can try it for free for thirty seconds. You will definitely not be able to stop. .”
Chen Qing's eyes narrowed, but she asked him with a smile: "Powder or lump?"
The man curled his lips and looked very disdainful: "Hey! What are you doing! Did we make such low-priced things?!"
He opened the satchel around his waist, and several red, yellow, and yellow objects lay quietly inside.
Chen Qing sensed what was inside with just a glance.
"Don't worry! This thing is absolutely safe! It's absolutely healthy!"
Those were clearly several items made of materials that could not even be rated as F-level, and were tainted with a bit of a backroom atmosphere.
He randomly pulled a man from beside him. The man was swaying, but his evasive eyes were filled with greed.
"It's not...it's not time yet. Brother Zhang! It's not time yet!" He gritted his teeth and covered his chest with both hands, for fear that others would not know where he hid the things.
But the turtle-like figure didn't grab it. He looked at the addict and smiled: "Change! I'll give you ten more seconds after changing!"
"Change...change now!" His saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he reluctantly took out something from the inside of his clothes, and then chose something from the man's satchel.
He glanced at Chen Qing, but didn't even want to say anything to Chen Qing.
He just stared at the object in his hand and held it close to his chest.
The man chuckled and seemed to be in high spirits. He held Chen Qing's arm, but Jiang Wan beside him could no longer stand it.
She frowned, and when she was about to come up to dissuade her, she saw Chen Qing's fingers gently dissuading her from below.
Chen Qing looked at the man in front of him, but he had something else in mind.
…
The man named Brother Zhang actually does not have a surname of Zhang, he just has Zhang in his name. He is just a loser in this club, a man who relies on selling items that are contaminated with non-relics and taboos. born.
He resorted to leasing to those retail investors who couldn't afford to buy. In just a few decades, he became very popular on this dance floor, and no one called him Brother Zhang when he saw him.
He is among millions of people on this dance floor every minute.
He hugged Chen Qing's arms and began to feel impatient in his heart, but his anxious thoughts were not revealed on the surface; he looked at Chen Qing's hesitant expression, glanced into the bag, and instantly put his left hand into it. , and took out an object that still had body temperature from it.
"Don't worry... Don't worry, most of the people here are respectable people... If something happens, they will tear each other to pieces with their own hands. Come and have a try!"
He endured the reluctance in his heart, restrained his desire to keep it for himself, and chose the future between the future and the present.
A customer who is obsessed with the weird and extraordinary is much more important than these few minutes.
He repeated this sentence in his mind over and over again and put the items in Chen Qing's hands.
He raised his right hand and began to watch the second hand on his hand begin to move.
"One second...two seconds." He raised his head, but saw Chen Qing's indifferent face.
"Five seconds...six seconds." He lowered his head and saw that the object in Chen Qing's hand was firmly grasped.
The man named Brother Zhang was startled. He gritted his teeth and looked a little determined: "This bitch has worn out this one! I'll change it for you!"
He whispered, and his left hand behind him reached into his satchel again to fumble for something.
After he opened a mezzanine, Chen Qing and Jiang Wan's eyes finally began to change.
They watched Brother Zhang's body begin to tremble, his eyes began to become obsessed, and then became a little determined. He gritted his teeth and handed the items in his hands to Chen Qing on the edge of being lost.
Brother Zhang panted and seemed to have spent a lot of energy: "This... this will definitely work."
"This does work."
Chen Qing looked at the non-relic in his hand, and its information had already entered his mind at this moment.
"The F-level non-relic - withered blood glass, when struck on the target for the 10,000th time, the target's organs will lose control equal to the time spent striking.
It needs to be stored in an aluminum bag and the user will suffer the same knocking pain after each use. "
He spoke softly and asked Brother Zhang in front of him: "How much do you want to quote for this item?"
"This..." He seemed to be exhausted: "This is not for sale..."
Brother Zhang gritted his teeth and his eyelids seemed to be fighting, but in the next moment, his eyes became extremely clear. He looked at the person in front of him, and his feet trembled a little.
There are several taboos in his line of work.
As a mortal, he has too many taboos.
Looking at Chen Qing's calm and composed appearance, his calves were already trembling.
He shook his head, and his voice sounded like he was about to cry: "No... no, it's not for sale."
He quietly let go of Chen Qing's arm, and his hands under the crowd quietly tugged on the clothes of several people, hoping to pull them between him and Chen Qing, but Jiang Wan also saw this, and she took the The tip of the pendant in Chen Qing's hand was pressed against Brother Zhang's waist.
"You're leaving in such a hurry? The deal hasn't been completed yet." He smiled and his eyes quietly drifted behind him. The place he glanced at with his peripheral vision was the box he came from.
But just when he was about to continue speaking, Chen Qing found that the tourists around him had been cleared by half a meter, and they formed a circle around him. In the circle formed by the crowd, Chen Qing saw a few Individuals, a few slightly familiar figures.
They are extremely thin and skinny, and the shape of their ribs can be clearly seen on the skin on their chests. Their faces are haggard, and their teeth are stained with yellow spots caused by corrosion due to vomiting.
Chen Qing looked familiar to them. They seemed to be...the young people he saw when he came here yesterday.
They pushed away the crowd and walked out of the circle formed by the crowd. They ignored Chen Qing and Jiang Wan among them and walked straight towards Brother Zhang.
"Brother Zhang...Brother Zhang~My good brother Zhang, I have a buddy coming today...do you think this is the case?"
The ruffian muttered, and his arms were already blocking Brother Zhang's neck. He was the one with the worst physical and mental health, and his teeth had become sharp and pitch black.
He reached for Brother Zhang's bag with his other hand, but was held down by Brother Zhang in an instant.
Brother Zhang raised his head, but the look in his eyes was not as soft as before. He stared at the young man in front of him, grinned and said, "I'm tired of living."
The young man touched his head, and his fingers seemed to pause for a moment, hesitating between lifting and putting them down. He smiled awkwardly and whispered: "Brothers...all..."
He looked at the young man and touched his head. But in an instant, his hand touching the young man's head changed into a clasp of fingers. The hair on the young man's head was not long to begin with. The grip also made him a little more ruthless.
He lowered his head suddenly and broke away from Brother Zhang's control. There was a fierce light in his eyes: "Brother Zhang... is so angry."
He turned his head and looked at Chen Qing and Jiang Wan who were surrounded by the crowd. They were standing here, but Chen Qing and Jiang Wan did not retreat outside the circle, which made him very unhappy.
The ruffian touched his head, pressed the pain in his hair, curled his lips, and walked to Chen Qing in a pretending nonchalant manner.
He was a little short, which seemed to be the reason for his hunched back. He patted Chen Qing's face, smiled at Chen Qing and asked, "Who is your dick boy?"
"Ha." Chen Qing instantly became happy when he saw the person in front of him. He took Jiang Wan's hand and immediately took two steps back and hid in the crowd.
It was obvious that Brother Zhang was not happy with this scene. He gritted his teeth, but did not dare to shout loudly to Chen Qing. He hesitated, and all his thoughts turned into resentment against the ruffian.
But after getting the satisfaction of his vanity, the ruffian seemed unhappy again. He looked around and saw no one cheering for him, as if being ignored made him a little angry.
He curled the tip of his nose with his thumb, picked up what looked like an extremely expensive wine bottle from his feet, smashed the bottom of the bottle on the ground with a "cross check", and picked up the sharp, slightly liquid-stained bottle in his hand. The mouth of the bottle pointed at Brother Zhang.
"Don't say that my brother doesn't give you face, but you still pretend to call you Brother Zhang? Whose dick do you have! Believe it or not, I will kill you."
He instantly became quiet when he listened to the dancing and cheering around him. He felt countless eyes focused on him. At this moment, the small piece of paper stuck to his chest, combined with the rag stained with extraordinary taboo aura, It caused him to tremble violently.
